Showing posts with label as to the Lord. Show all posts
Showing posts with label as to the Lord. Show all posts

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Blessed is the man...

James 1:11-13

New American Standard Bible (NASB)
11 For the sun rises with a scorching wind and withers the grass; and its flower falls off and the beauty of its appearance is destroyed; so too the rich man in the midst of his pursuits will fade away.
 12 Blessed is a man who perseveres under trial; for once he has been approved, he will receive the crown of life whichthe Lord has promised to those who love Him. 13 Let no one say when he is tempted, “I am being tempted by God”; for God cannot be tempted by evil, and He Himself does not tempt anyone.

As I was working today I realized again that I should be continually thanking the Lord. Yes, it was while I was working hard that I realized this because I COULD work hard. In 2010 I had suffered some sudden symptoms suggesting I might have suffered a heart attack. After MANY MANY doctor visits, blood tests, scans and the like it was determined that was not the case. For those who have been reading this blog for a while you might remember this post. It took several months and then my original doctor had mentioned the words "gluten intolerant." Without going into details he also described the testing methods and at that time I was just not interested. But, he told me I could also try eating gluten free. After four months of battling the idea of changing life so drastically I embarked on this new diet, with my husband's blessings. 

It's now been a year or more, and Senior Son has had to walk the same path I have. But, we're making progress. Tonight I'm cooking two dinners... one for the gluten eaters and one for Josh and I. Yes, it's a bit more work, but in the end we are healthier, happier and able to be more awake, more active, less depressed. I've continued to study about gluten intolerance and learned that there are many diseases associated with this... chronic fatigue, depression, and fibromyalgia, to name a few. But, with God's great mercies Josh and I are moving beyond these side effects and learning a new way to live. And, on top of that, we are learning to be thankful for each bite we can eat safely and happily. 

So, while to some this may seem a trial, and in the beginning it was quite difficult to balance the gluten intolerance (and then my added wheat allergy... not even touching wheat products) with caring for my family and myself, God has given me new joy in accomplishing even a seemingly easy task like dinner... which isn't as easy as it once was. I'm very blessed to take from the hand of the Lord what He offers and to grow because of that, not despite that. That's the new focus. 

 For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.---2 Corinthians 4:17-18

May God grant you His many mercies because of the trials you face, big or small, and may you all grant Him all glory. 

Shalom, 
Kim

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Aged Women...

Welcome 2012. This is my last year in my forties. Yep, I'm admitting it here in public. Or at least to those few who still chance to read this blog. According to some I'll soon be joining the ranks of "aged women" although many days I don't feel aged at all. But, if years count I guess approaching 50 counts for something!


I've been doing a lot of thinking and praying this year. I've been studying and learning. I've gone through many changes, both good and bad. And as I sit here in the first hour of 2012 I want to be careful of what I hope for in the new year. I could resolve to strive  for health, diet, exercise, and many more things. But, as I sat down to jot a quick post what came to mind was the Titus 2 woman. 



3 that aged women likewise be reverent in demeanor, not slanderers nor enslaved to much wine, teachers of that which is good;
 4 that they may train the young women to love their husbands, to love their children,
 5 to be sober-minded, chaste, workers at home, kind, being in subjection to their own husbands, that the word of God be not blasphemed:
Titus 2: 3-5

And, so I'll be praying that the Lord will grant me His wisdom so I may become more of who He wants me to be, and less of who the world expects me to be. No lengthy posts here, just a hope for biblical womanhood this year, and that I may impart that as well to my daughters. 


Galatians 1:3
Grace to you and peace from God the Father, and our Lord Jesus Christ,


Blessings!
Kim

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Blessings Unfold

It has been an eventful summer since last I wrote. For that matter it's been an eventful beginning to the fall season and a new school year. Over the summer we dealt with unexpected hitches in the boys' education, health concerns for Young Man, along with his missions/class time in Alaska rather than job time in VA, four births which stretched me to the utmost, a change in Dear's employment thanks to the "BRAC" act (Base Reduction And Closure) which shipped his job to CA; the loss of one of his dear friends due to suicide, and then just to make life interesting we learned that I have a "life altering" allergy to poison ivy, and wheat.

But, we persevered. One of the things that I hoped to focus on this summer was service to others. I realized that in our sports centered year last year we had missed many opportunities to serve. So, rather than a summer job, summer schooling, or the like the girls and I would find ways to serve others this past summer. Mostly what we did was to make ourselves available to young mothers who needed help with childcare, at no cost. The girls served a young mother of two children who was on her own while her husband served overseas, they helped watch two young children of another mother who had recently given birth, and were available and used by a number of others. This past fall they have helped to make food for a dear friend as her husband fights cancer. They also come willingly to visit, even thought it's hard, and we usually cry on the way home, we are glad to be of some use.

But, something hit home the other day. Remember that wheat allergy I mentioned? Well, after my poison ivy incident occurred, we learned that not only was I gluten intolerant, but I actually had contact dermatitis when exposed to wheat. So, when I found myself chair/bed bound due to exposure to both wheat and poison ivy my girls took over... cooking, cleaning, changing my ice packs, bringing me food. At the time I was very grateful. Then a friend commented that I was seeing the fruits of the lessons learned over the summer. How funny. When I thought of serving others it never really occurred to me that they would be serving me here at home due to that lesson. Another night found MMH painting the bathroom vanity..."because it needed it, and I wanted to do it," she said; and when I awoke from an antihistamine induced nap I found that WeeOne had cleaned the entire kitchen, even down to the hand washing of pots and pans AND cleaning the trap in the sink. Today it hit home again as WeeOne happily fixed the dryer vent where my larger fingers wouldn't fit. She was 100% pleased with herself for being such a help.

I pray that as they grow older the blessings of serving others continues to unfold in their lives and that they never lose this joy.


25 But one who looks intently at the perfect law, the law of liberty, and abides by it, not having become a forgetful hearer but an effectual doer, this man will be blessed in what he does.
 26 If anyone thinks himself to be religious, and yet does not bridle his tongue but deceives his own heart, this man’s religion is worthless. 27 Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.
Jame 1: 24-27

Shalom, 
Kim

Friday, December 24, 2010

In the dark night

I sit here in the silence and just savor these quiet moments.

For some reason this year the weeks leading to this Christmas week were way too rushed, way too full, and not nearly as focused on Advent as I'd wish. The Advent tree in the dining room has had its ornaments added as afterthoughts every few days, rather than diligently each evening with Bible reading. I'm feeling a bit sad that this year I am not truly as focused on Christ and the advent of his birth as I have been in the past.

So, although being awake at 2 in the morning is not my most favorite thing it is giving me time to reflect on this amazing event that took place over 2000 years ago, and was foretold for thousands of years before that.

14"Therefore the Lord Himself will give you a sign: Behold, a virgin will be with child and bear a son, and she will call His name Immanuel." Isaiah 7:14

A virgin shall be with child. Where else is this possible but with God himself? And a son named Immanuel...

from Hebrew `immānū'el, literally: God with us


Imagine, so many centuries before his birth, God told us through His word, that He, through His son would come to live with us. At a time of year when so many are acutely aware of the failings in their family, of the ache they'll hold next to their heart for some reason, of the sadness they'll experience as they mourn someone not with them God himself tells us that He will come to live with us, and his very name as God the Son, will mean "God with us." What an amazing promise. What joy and hope that should give to us. Rather than sitting and pondering the perfect menu, fretting over missing lights (my bad!), or going deep into debt for that perfect gift, God instead wants us to prepare for the coming of His son, our savior.

Although it's been late in coming to my heart this year I am so thankful that God has given me this quiet moment to savor the beauty of this season.


If you'd like to enjoy some music that will help you to focus, please click on the link below and enjoy our Christmas sing along... you'll have to click each link (there are 21), but it's worth it. For "Redemptive History" go right to link 6... I pray this will bless you and will speak to your heart!


Prelude-Good Shepherd Band Christmas Sing-A-Long 2010 from Church of the Good Shepherd on Vimeo.

Please note... this link just takes you to the first of the videos... click on the words below and you'll go to the page where you can find the entire menu, scroll fashion on the right of the page... yes, there are 21 links, but just watch over a period of hours if you don't want to do it all in one sitting. This is an amazing time of worship and giving thanks to God!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

~Rethinking my sidebar~

Now, while that title may make no sense to you, dear reader, recently I read a certain post by  a friend and once again had to think carefully about my blog, and facebook, and my other blogs, and business sites, etc. and so on.

You see, as she noted, while the Internet can be a great tool, it can also be a time stealer. And, in my case, it can make me covet... things, ideas, popularity, etc. Even just this morning I hopped on over to an etsy site and instead of being amazed at this person's creations I began to feel the bite of envy as I wondered (and whined... can you just hear it?)... "Why didn't I make any etsy sales?" And, in the scheme of my life? WHO CARES! Seriously... who really cares? I tried it. It didn't work. I tried it another way. It didn't work. This isn't a poor me party... just stating facts. I can't try to be someone else. I can't make their creations. I can make what I make. If others like it, great. If not... well... no big deal. I have one more art show scheduled in November I believe, and I'll try it there. If it doesn't work out then I can just create gifts for those I love. Seriously... isn't that enough? I can show my love through the work of my hands. I don't NEED to make money. Dear is always reminding me that MY job is NOT about making money... it's about keeping our home, teaching our girls, and helping birthing families. Those are the BIG things in my life...

So... how does this seeming rabbit trail relate to my sidebar? Well, you'll see a variety of blogs on my sidebar. Some are friends in person. Some are "friends" in bloggy land... we've not met face to face, but have exchanged numerous emails and the like. And the others? They are the "I wannabe like them" blogs... and they'll have to go. Or, they might be the "Why is HER blog so popular?" blog and it needs to go also.

My blogging is not about popularity. I tried it that way... it made me miserable and discontent. My blog is not about being the best homeschooler, doula, artist, whathaveyou... No, my blog is a sharing of my life and my thoughts with first my family, then with real life friends and finally with some of my Internet friends. My links may link to blogs that are or are not popular. But, if you can't see Christ in my posts and my sidebar then I am missing the target. BIG TIME!

Finally... speaking of "time"... bits of time are not a big deal, but bits of time spent surfing the web and building up envy are NOT okay. So, I'm rethinking my links. Some will stay. Some will go. Some MAY be added. Or not. But, my time is going to be spent in learning to be a better handmaiden for the Lord. My time needs to be spent cleaning out closets, ironing clothes, grading math pages... NOT "peeking in others' windows" via blogs and facebook. I'm not exiting this world, but I am limiting it so that God may have more room in my heart and my life... after all, it does belong to Him!

Blessings all,
Kim

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Male Headship in the homeschool

11A woman should learn in quietness and full submission. 12I do not permit a woman to teach or to have authority over a man; she must be silent. 13For Adam was formed first, then Eve. 14And Adam was not the one deceived; it was the woman who was deceived and became a sinner. 15But women will be saved through childbearing—if they continue in faith, love and holiness with propriety.
1 Timothy 2: 11-15

Having home schooled all of our children, with two now in college, I have learned many lessons over the years. Perhaps one of the best, although not one talked about much is the need for male authority, not only in the home, but in the home school as well. In years past when we had an agrarian society and boys worked in the fields with their dads, or family-owned businesses thrived and children were expected to be a part of this you might more readily see the daily interaction of sons and fathers in areas other than purely dinner conversation. More recently there is less and less time for dads and sons (and dads and daughters as well) to spend important time together where men teach young men how to become men (or, where men teach daughters what to look for in men as men come courting).

How does one achieve this in today's society? Dads are busy, often having long commutes to work, leadership meetings within the church and even working on jobs at home. Well, I'm not going to speak to this... I don't care to preach to the men, I'll leave that to other men. But women, we have a number of options.

  • Make sure that the husbands/fathers are part of the home school. It may not mean that they teach a class or grade a paper, but please don't cut them out of the school time because "they are so busy" or "you know better what to do." I know that I did this in the past because as a "trained educator" I was "obviously" (NOT!) much better trained to educate our kids. Instead, have the kids share about their day with dad at the table, have papers out so Dad can see what they are doing, ask him about curriculum or co-op choices. So often the dads have a different and VALUABLE opinion about what to do that we simply can't see because of our intense daily involvement.
  • Do not "hide" your kids at home. For a while there was quite a movement to hide that you were homeschooling lest the authorities paid a call. If you are following your state laws, keeping good records and providing a good or "equal" education then there is no need to hide the kids at home where all they may have is mom, mom, mom all day... and no interaction with any males at all.
  • Take advantage, with your husband's say so, of using other methods of teaching: online schools with male teachers, co-ops where other dads may be able to teach or train, and by all means use the young men within your own church. We used 4 or 5 young men, and our senior pastor, in our co-op to help teach doctrinal ideas. We figured if it was right and good for the church it would be right and good for our home schools to not have the women teaching as authorities in matters of doctrine. Interestingly a number of these young men went on to attend pastor's college and have become wonderful leaders. Hopefully the blessing went both ways!
  • Be sure that you don't schedule your child's life so that he (or she) does not have time with Dad. Sometimes we are so involved "keeping up with the Joneses" that we have every minute of their day scheduled never allowing time to visit, share, question, talk to  or pray with Dad. He' s far more important in your child's life than you may realize.
  • Don't sequester yourself. Talk with other home school families and see what they do and if that might be something to try. Don't separate your homeschooling life from time with your husband. He not only needs to know what the kids are doing/learning, he also needs to know what you are teaching/learning. Be sure to share with him, ask his advice, come to him for leadership and share your prayer requests.
In the meantime, here are two recent blog posts on my pastor's blog that might be helpful to you:
Post number one and Post number two. Additionally, if you click to "As Thy Days" you will frequently find excellent posts on homeschooling (or a wonderful family life) and I would recommend paying attention. Anne is a quiet woman, but when she speaks it is worth listening.

Feel free to ask questions... that's how you learn.
Blessings, Kim

Thursday, April 22, 2010

~Thankful Thursday~ Thank You Lord for my daily work...


"8"Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.

9"Six days you shall labor and do all your work,

10but the seventh day is a sabbath of the LORD your God; in it you shall not do any work, you or your son or your daughter, your male or your female servant or your cattle or your sojourner who stays with you. "

Exodus 20: 8-10


Recently I've been having trouble feeling motivated to do my daily work. It sounded more fun to sleep late, read a book, visit, whatever... anything except the daily drudge of laundry, dishes, and other household chores.

Of course as I lazed around I was quick to note that my daughters were NOT completing THEIR chores. And, of course, I was also quick to comment upon this. Loudly. Pointedly. At them. AHEM! Part of my comments included the phrase... "and just where did you learn not do do your chores?" And then I heard myself. And say myself. And I was ashamed.

First point, ask my daughters for their forgiveness. Not only was I hypocrite... holding them to a standard I had no desire to reach. But, I was teaching them, albeit quite poorly, that it was more important to indulge yourself rather than to do what God had given you to do.

Then of course came time with God. Time in which I needed to both ask for forgiveness and wait for His exhortations... these came via scripture, friends' blogs, and daily "nudges" by the Holy Spirit. After that it was time for praise and thanksgiving that the Lord would even listen to one such as I, forgive me, exhort me, encourage me, and still allow me the privilege of daily work.

Yes, I returned to the point of realizing it is a privilege for me to work hard each day, accomplishing the work which God has given me to do. Right in the Word He tells us that we are to labor 6 days. When I can remember that then I am just fine and can do my work, even joyfully; and in the process it seems my family is happier, I am happier, and things are actually getting done.

Speaking of which, I must bid you all adieu in order to finish today's chores. May you also be blessed to enjoy that which God gives you to do each day!

Shalom,
Kim

For more "Thankful Thursday" posts please jump over to Spiritually Unequal Marriage.
(p.s. ... today's the last day to take part in my giveaway.... just look for the button on the upper right of the sidebar.)

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Lessons Learned in Childbirth ~Husband Led Childbirth~

(as found on ~Doulas~  one of my other blogs)
As you may have noted if you saw the list of blogs I work on, I have some varied interestes. For many many years, about 25, I've been involved the birthing community, first through La Leche League as a group leader and a breastfeeding support person, then through ASPO/Lamaze as a childbirth educator and an "unofficical birth coach" and  now, most recently through Childbirth International as a certified labor doula. All in all, you could say that I'm hooked. I love to be involved with families as they are preparing to give birth, giving birth, or need some support post-partum.


A few weeks ago we hosted the first ever "Indiana Christian Childbirth Expo" and while it was not a huge affair, as numbers go, it allowed us to share some important thoughts with the people who did attend. Below is a copy of the talk I was supposed to give... long story... which I did end up sharing with about 7 women there as a personal testimony. All this to say.. it might be worth a read... it continues to encourage me very much in what I do. But, even more, it is a great reminder that I NEED my husband... he is my spiritual head in this family, the family leader and "the final word" when need be. Such a blessing!


HUSBAND LED CHILDBIRTH

Hi, my name’s Kim and I’m a labor doula. The road I took to get to this point started even before my own first child was born. As I’m a storyteller you’ll probably hear more story than lecture, but the idea of husband led childbirth has been a constant theme as I walked this path.

Twenty five years ago I attended my very first birth ever. My husband and I had a young unmarried woman living with us while she was experiencing a crisis pregnancy. Hers was rather a typical story, college romance, a baby conceived and the birth father becoming absent. As she needed someone to help her I soon became her birthing partner. Imagine a young married woman, having never had children, all my friends were childless or single and here I was trying to tell this young woman what to do. However, by the time she gave birth I knew my life would never be the same.

But, it was not merely the realization that God might have been placing a call upon my life to serve the birthing community it was the beginning of a journey that led me to understand that the birth room, whether it be in a hospital, birthing center, a home, or even the back of a car is not removed from God’s created order of things.



22Wives, be subject to your own husbands, as to the Lord.

23For the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ also is the head of the church, He Himself being the Savior of the body.

24But as the church is subject to Christ, so also the wives ought to be to their husbands in everything.

25Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her,

26so that He might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word,

27that He might present to Himself the church in all her glory, having no spot or wrinkle or any such thing; but that she would be holy and blameless.

28So husbands ought also to love their own wives as their own bodies. He who loves his own wife loves himself;

29for no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ also does the church,

30because we are members of His body.

Yes, the woman’s body is doing the work. Yes, the woman is experiencing the pain. Yes, the woman is rather central to this issue. Nevertheless God still expects the husband to be the head of the house. Not merely a coach barking orders, but rather a godly man who is willing to lay down his life for his bride. He will not shirk the hard things, but that doesn’t mean he has to do everything.

I’d like to share some stories and help you see what I learned over 25 years.

That very first birth I attended to I’ve already mentioned. There was a mother, her baby and me. The father was notably absent. In fact, within the next two years he would have removed himself altogether from his child’s life, and from the life of the woman he had sworn to love. I learned that although women are very good at giving birth, and I can be an adequate to excellent birth partner, I can never replace the husband/father in the birthing room.

Several years later we gave birth to our first two children. Both preemies. Both a bit scary due to circumstances. But I recall that although I had no idea what I was doing the first time… we gave birth on the second day of childbirth classes… I was totally dependent on my husband’s voice and his touch. When all else was new, scary and out of my control I could look to him to keep me focused, to love me and to help me. The second time around was a wild ride as we gave birth 13 minutes after arriving at the hospital. We went to sign in, it’s one in the morning, my water has broken, my contractions are about 90 seconds apart and I’m seriously in labor. I finally told the person in the office that I HAD to get off my feet or I was going to have the baby. I’m not sure if she believed me or just wanted my panting body out of her office, but she called for a nurse and sent me upstairs. I was no sooner in my room than I wanted to push, BUT I held on till Dear made it to the birthing room. I needed him there. I knew what I wanted in the birth, but what I needed was my husband. I needed his strength, his sense of order, and his very presence. Not only that but as soon as our son was born and the room became still and my husband spoke the entire roomful of medical staff watched as our son turned directly towards him, recognizing the voice he had heard for months already. That moment once again established that idea of husband-led birthing. After that birth I trained to become a childbirth educator, and from there began accompanying clients into the birthing room.

Of course over the years not all my clients were Christians, and to be honest, not all my clients were married, but for married Christians I truly believe that the husband still needs to be the head… even in the birthing room.

One of the things I have learned through scripture, the preaching of the word, and good teaching is that the Bible never contradicts itself. So, as we heard earlier, the husband is the head of the wife, and that does not change merely because she’s demanding, hurting, or busy. It’s at those very moments where God’s love manifests itself so strongly.

Another year, another birth. This was my second time working with this couple. Their plans, as plans are wont to do went a bit astray. Childcare, in the form of a family member, just wasn’t happening. Despite frantic phone calls no one showed up to watch baby number one. Well, it seemed obvious to me that I would just step into the childcare roll and allow mom and dad to work together in the birth of their next child. But, I was suddenly confronted with a brand new issue. My client asked her husband to watch the child, and for me to be her sole birthing partner. While I understood that she wanted someone with experience, my presence upstairs while her husband was downstairs seemed to mock the very marriage God had created. And yet, was it? Who made the decision for me to remain in the birthing room?

Again, another few years, another birth. An odd call from a mom close to her due date and every 2-10 minutes the phone went dead as she dropped it and breathed heavily. Finally her husband came on the line and I asked what was happening when the phone went dead each time… “Well,” he says, “she sort of doubles over, holds her stomach and starts breathing.” I tried to keep a calm voice as I asked how long this had been going on, meanwhile trying to figure out the timing of running back to our picnic site, establishing a ride home for my family and zooming to the hospital. I learned this had been going on for about 6 hours and her husband finally convinced her to call me. Although no pattern had been established, she was close to delivery. She would not believe she was in labor because the contractions were not setting up a pattern. But, she would listen to her husband who suggested she call me and that’s when she learned she had to get to the hospital, fast. By the way… she arrived fully dilated to 10 cm. and had a baby within 2 hours.

As you can see time after time women doubted, needed help, needed guidance and their husbands stepped in. Some by direction, some by stepping back and having someone else do what they felt needed to be done.

When I spoke to several couples about the expo and this talk, one of the husbands wanted to know how I defined “husband-led.” He was afraid, or perhaps concerned, that what I expected was for the husband to always be present at the birth, for him to have done a huge amount of reading, and for him to make all decisions on his own.

Let’s step back and see what I really mean. One of my favorite quotes regarding childbirth is taken from a sermon preached my Martin Luther in 1522. The sermon is entitled “The Estate of Marriage” and in section three he has the following to say:

A wife too should regard her duties in the same light, as she suckles the child, rocks and bathes it, and cares for it in other ways; and as she busies herself with other duties and renders help and obedience to her husband. These are truly golden and noble works. This is also how to comfort and encourage a woman in the pangs of childbirth, not by repeating St Margaret legends and other silly old wives' tales but by speaking thus, "Dear [so and so], remember that you are a woman, and that this work of God in you is pleasing to him. Trust joyfully in his will, and let him have his way with you. Work with all your might to bring forth the child. …If you were not a woman you should now wish to be one for the sake of this very work alone, that you might thus gloriously suffer and even die in the performance of God's work and will.

This then is the first work, and main work of husband led childbirth. Husbands are to lovingly remind their wives that their very bodies were created for this purpose. They are honoring God as they strive to deliver their child. There need be no fancy rhetoric, barked commands, or fearful suggestions. The wives are to take strength from their husband’s words.

I know, I’ve already heard it, some woman may say, “But my husband is not that interested.” Or perhaps, “He wants to be there, but doesn’t want to upset the doctor.” Or again, “I’m not sure I trust him.” Wives, your husband is not called to suddenly have both a medical and counseling degree in order to be the perfect caregiver and advocate. What he is called to do is to love you and care for you. This can look different in different births. It may be the husband knows his wife needs a certain person in the room with her, or that she needs to call for help, or simply that she must do what he says at that moment until something else comes for her to do.

About three years ago I was asked to be a doula for a young couple having their first child. The husband is a godly man, and has a strong personality. The wife is also strong with a strong sense of order and how things must be done. The pregnancy and then the birth was a time of testing for her to learn to step back and listen to her husband rather than her own desires. It became easier for her over time and it was beautiful to watch. But, I still hear that question from the other night. WHAT is the husband to do? Well, this husband basically told me what he would do and what he wanted me to do. I could deal with the birthing matters, and he would love his wife. He did not abdicate, he made an informed decision. I was the one who had studied this and experienced this. But, as regards to loving his wife and encouraging or even exhorting her, that was his place.

More recently still I began to actively teach the idea of husband led childbirth. The birth I attended was very sweet and touching, again a young couple, first child. I had told them during classes that there may come a point when the wife lies to the husband. I know this shocked them, it shocks most couples. But, I added, she is not meaning to lie, it’s just that there’s a point at which her body wants, NEEDS, HAS TO start pushing. The problem is that sometimes it’s not quite ready, or you’re without someone to actually catch the baby. Imagine her surprise when this happened to her. I was behind her, watching, her husband was holding her hands, and I happened to notice that she had stopped her breathing pattern, tucked her head down and was holding her breath. I bent forward and whispered in her ear, “Look at your husband and submit to him. “ I figured this was the moment when I’d either get a tongue lashing or I’d see the power of God at work. She looked up, her husband looked her in the eyes and said, “Jess, put your head up, blow and stop pushing.”

Funny thing is at the time I didn’t realize what had happened. But as Jess and I spoke later she said that was a memory that was stamped on heart for ever. She had to stop doing what she wanted, trust her husband and follow him. She told me, “It was the biggest relief I had felt in a long time to know I could depend on you to guide us, Paul to lead me and know that if I followed I was not stepping outside of God’s will and could trust that I was doing the right thing even though it was still very hard physically!”

That’s the moment when I knew I wanted to share this with all of you. As I said earlier I’ve attended births for 25 years now. I’ve been to births where the husband was a college frat guy watching a game with his buddies as his wife labored, I’ve been with a single mom who had no one else and I’ve been with husbands and wives where the husband continued to be the head of the household. It won’t always make for a “perfect birth”, as a matter of fact, things may appear to go terribly wrong, but in the end you will know that your marriage will grow stronger, you’ll love your husband more than ever, and he will love you even more for walking this path… the woman’s path of birthing… and for listening to him, trusting him and honoring him with your respect.

God cares for us in many ways. During birth he gives us doulas, midwives, nurses, doctors, family and friends, but the biggest support he offers to you is a husband who is not afraid to lead… in whatever way that works out in your birth story. May God bless you all as you walk this path.


Shalom, Kim

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Thursday, March 11, 2010

~Song of Solomon 2: 11-13~ (as posted on my other blog)

11For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;




















12The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle dove is heard in our land;
13The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

"Put My Tears in Your Bottle"

This is my latest piece.
8You have taken account of my wanderings;
Put my tears in Your bottle,
are they not in Your book?
Psalm 56:8

It was created both suddenly AND over time. I continue to wrestle with whether or not God wants me to "do art." Each time I go to Him in prayer the answers come differently. This time the answer came in the form of this piece.

I had been grappling with an idea for a piece centered around a vintage baby bonnet. No matter what I did I could not make the piece work. I went to God asking again, "Am I supposed to be doing art?" I also spoke with Marta and listened carefully as she talked about her husband's art and how and why he created it. She is a quiet encouragement to me every time I talk to her. She has a great deal of wisdom, not of her own, but God's wisdom, ready to share.

Upon arriving home I walked to the piece and it "made itself" ... actually, of course, the Lord showed me what to do and what it was saying. It's a new kind of piece for me. It's monochromatic and NOT full of either the bold or muted Victorian colors I often employ. The pieces at first glance may not seem to tell the story, but as you spend time with the piece and meditate on Psalm 56:8 you may begin to see what I am saying.


There are many different eras in each life... plenty and want, joy and sorrow, pride and humility, you get the picture. In the end the important thing is that God has known us and walked with us throughout our life, that He is the ONE who simplifies, purifies, glorifies our life.
If He is the one who saves our tears in a bottle then we know our tears are important and are part of what He declares should be in our life.


For further meditation you can jump over to Biblegateway to see the commentary.

Blessings, Kim
"Put Your Tears in My Bottle" is being listed at ArtFire for $65. Please stop by if you're interested in purchasing it. I have items on both Etsy and ArtFire with links on the sidebar of the blog.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Will We Ever Meet? ~In Other Words.... A Tuesday Meme

“When the trials of life unravel the fabric of our plans.
When we face the deep confusion of painful circumstance.
When our feeble strength is broken,and we stand with empty hands.
That’s when the Father whispers ‘Trust the pattern I have planned.’ “
Lyrics from song, The Weaver

On August 4, 2000 we received word that our long awaited travel plans to China to adopt "Suzanna Jane" were now about to be cancelled. Forever. We would never meet her.

My heart was already bloodied and bruised from another trial God had given to us, and I thought this might just be the end. We had been told, "You'll get travel plans next month." And then, "Well, next month." And then we began to wonder. Would we ever go? Would we ever meet this sweet little girl? See her crooked little smile? (She had a cleft lip.) Would she ever be held in loving arms? Would she hear the name of Jesus whispered into her ears?

That Monday morning we received the call. Simply, "She is no longer adoptable. You can try to fight China. Or you can choose not to. You probably won't win. But you can try." Dear was up dealing with our other crisis and I could not believe I had to be alone to take this call. Minutes before his meeting he called me and asked, "Have you heard from the agency?" I hesitated. Surely now was not the time to tell him. He had a hard task in front of him and I didn't want to make it harder. He heard the hesitation and simply said, "Tell me."

We cried. We prayed. He hung up. He had a meeting. We asked our agency for 24 hours to pray and decide. We called our pastor. We called friends. We all prayed. 22 hours later our agency called again and said, "China has removed her name from the list." That was it. It appeared to be the end of our years of dreams, months of waiting, a lifetime of hope. And what would happen next? What would happen to Suzanna Jane?

Looking back we see now that God used her life for HIS glory. Each of our prayers was answered, just in unexpected ways. Through our long wait we told others of her story her and her short seemingly insiginficant (at least to the world at large) life caused a fundraiser to happen online. Five children received life-altering surgeries that allowed them to be adopted. We had the pictures and the stories to prove it. But what about her? What about us?

It seemed nobody understood. "It was not as if we had ever held her", one person said. "We could get another baby," someone else offered. In the end we were given a good name for what we suffered: a silent miscarriage. For months we had begun to "know" this child in our heart, prepare for her in our home, and even had a surgery date to repair her cleft lip. So, started my prayers. Or rather, they continued, just on a new path.

"Lord, if I can't hold her please let someone hold her. If I can't make her smile, please let someone give her joy and a reason to be happy. If I can't share your love with her, let her hear the name of Jesus from someone."

And yet, there she was. Half-way around the world. In an orphanage. Alone. With "brain problems." (We later learned her seizures were the first indicators of cerebral palsy.)

And then something strange, some might say mystical, but I say God-ordained started to happen. We started to get emails from strangers, every now and again I'd receive an email from someone I had never met. They had heard our story. They had been to her orphanage. One person shared how they held her for hours as she cried. Another shared about how they tickled her and she laughed. Another told how they whispered the gospel into her ear. And so, over the years God answered our prayers. Strangers who "just happened" to have heard of our story online answered God's call to minister to our "fourth child"... And, then somehow, they found us and told us.

We did go to China in February. We did adopt. We couldn't bear to use the name Suzanna Jane. But, the Lord provided a new name to go with the child He had ready for us all along. She is a blessing. She is our fifth child. Our children still have Suzanna's pictures on their walls or in their albums. She is still in my heart. In June each year I wish her a happy birthday, hoping she is still alive, and perhaps learning more about Jesus. We all still wonder from time to time. But we know that God answers prayer. He showed us over and over again.

He didn't have to. But, he did.

I wonder. Will we have a chance to meet her one day?

Only God knows.


To Him be the glory!

Shalom,
Kim
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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Would you serve these?

Okay... before I show you the picture let me explain the day.

I was supposed to be up and out the door to walk with my friend Kim by 7:15, or 7:30. (We started at 6:30, but for some reason(!) we just keep moving the time forward. I wake up at 7:35 and OH NO! Say good bye to dear, check the email... because you know she might just have changed her mind (as in I really really really want to go back to bed), but no word. SO I run up, thrown on yesterday's clothes (yuck), drag a brush through my hair and cloth over my face and run out the door. At which point I think, "Why run?" She's out here and you'll find her or she's not and you won't. It's not worth having a heart attack. And, sure enough 2 blocks later there she is. (She did the same thing I did.) We walk a little over an hour, perhaps 2 miles, and then talk for a LONG time. Did I mention how much I love my friend Kim? She is so sweet and such a great listener and so patient. Anyway, home and had to get the girls moving.

The day continued this way, great plans, slow going. But, lots of work being accomplished, few voices being raised. Okay... I barked a couple of times, but seriously it wasn't bad.

My friend Becky came over to bake cookies with me... I have LOTS of places that need cookies this week and we planned to make "Fudge Envelopes." The photo on the page shows these darling little pastry pockets filled with this decadent fudgy filling. Well, two things. You HAVE to roll the dough THIN and you MUST MUST MUST SEAL THESE BABIES SHUT... or?

Well, you look and tell me...

To me... and I'm sorry, but I must be honest... it looked like a kitty did his "big job" on a pastry. Not sure I could serve this... say at our church's Christmas concert ... what would they think?

Oh well... they do taste good, but as sweet as they are the time with Becky was even sweeter. It's great to have sister friends... friends who share your faith and ideals.

Blessings, Kim

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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

You're Invited to a Sneak Peek!

This is the second in my pair from "Core of Faith." Entitled "Faithful Heart" this was inspired by readings in Isaiah and in a sermon preached on Sunday about the true, right and good fear of the Lord. Our fear of Him should inspire us to love Him even more.

This was created with a vintage bottle. When I found it the little gold heart was already firmly affixed. That was the beginning of direction for me... the heart is always at the core and as you peel back the layers you find what drives someone... "All that leads the heart to knowing" is firmly attached as a reminder... What leads our heart to knowing? The Lord alone.


This is another of my "Fairy tales in Glass" line... Thanks goes to JoannA from Mosshill Studios for that sweet title. "To love and to cherish" is simply beautiful in it's sharing of a sweet and pure love. This vintage bottle is embellished with encaustic wax, crushed silk ribbon, bead, wire, "Cherish" brass tag, vintage picture reproductions, glitter and layers of trim... both new and vintage.
Here's another from my "Core of Faith" series. This is "King of Kings" and was inspired by the fibres used on the bottle... as I began to layer I saw the royal colors. King of Kings is a reminder to me of who alone is worthy of receiving honor and glory. Adorned with various fibres, tag, bead, wire and of course encaustic wax, one also notes the snippets from an old book "King o'er all things" and "Love Divine."


"Winter Wind" was fun to make and very different from most pieces. It started out as "Winter Wonderland" using the piece adorning the twine bow as the focal point. Upon finding the antique shoe clip however I began to see a different picture. The layers of blue satin and white eyelet, sprinkled with the merest shake of fine white glitter should give one the feel of a cold and icy winter's day where the wind is blowing the snow, the sun is catching the flakes in the air as if they are falling diamonds and the beautiful tree in the field is already decked out in all it's finery.

"Come with me" is my first attempt at encaustic on an antique book cover... here I have used an old journal cover from which the pages had all fallen out. Embellished with rich fabrics, vintage buckle bases, black lace, both vintage and antique buttons a snippet of "Come with me lassie" poetry and a sweet reproduction of a vintage 1900s postcard .... I hope you enjoy her as much as I do.




There will be more at my booth, all prices and styles. Please join us, Saturday, November 28, 10-4 at Pourhouse Cafe across from the main library.
Shalom, Kim



Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Art and God

Okay, so since I've been so busy "creating" lately this has been on my mind a lot. Also, "coincidentally" an article about parenting the creative child was in one of my homeschool magazines recently. My friend and I have been talking about this A LOT as both of us are feeling stretched at some times, stressed at others. After a LONG talk, and lots of thinking these are my thoughts put out here for your comments. PLEASE add comments...

When I think about God and HIS creation I recall that he took time to rest. He would look at each piece of creation and deem it good, then continue. When he was done he rested.

So, here are the two questions to ask oneself about one's art:
1. Is it good?
2. Have you, the artist, rested?

1. Is it good?
That is a loaded question, because what you see and what others see may differ. I always tell my students that there is one rule in art... it may not tell a lie. That does not mean they may not use imagination, but they may not set out to tell a purposeful untruth for the purpose of deceiving others. While discussing angels and demons and spiritual battles with MMH and another student the other day we discussed how often evil will disguise itself with beauty. So, it's not merely enough that we strive to make something beautiful, but that what we make is honoring to God... either in the obedience of making it or in the message it imparts or both.

Perhaps this why I always have words in my work... I don't trust my work to say what I am thinking. I don't know. So all you artists, "What is your work saying? Is it honoring to God in it's message or in your obedience to using your gift? "

2. Have you rested?
I can be a real perfectionist and I find that I need to take time with each piece. I cannot seek to create simply to fill my table at a show. I am wondering if you, my fellow artists, take time to stop and rest and enjoy the creating or the creations. I am guessing that many artists are DRIVEN to create and they simply don't enjoy the process or the project. One can't separate the art from the artist. Without rest, refreshing and renewal the art itself will go cold and stale.

I wonder if the "masters" enjoyed the process or the end projects. I wonder if they were driven all the time, or merely when "the muse" took hold. Did they create because God created them to create or did they create to fill their pocketbooks?

What is art?

I get very few comments on this blog. I would truly LOVE to hear comments about this post. I'll happily discuss them in THE COMMENT SECTION. Please dear readers, be involved and help me to work through these thoughts. I've kept this post relatively short.. two points... so it should be easy to discuss. Thanks so much!
Blessings, Kim

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Leaning on the everlasting arms...

Leaning on the Everlasting Arms
Elisha A. Hoffman, pub.1887ref. by Anthony J. Showalter, pub.1887

What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

Refrain:
Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;
Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.

Oh, how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
Oh, how bright the path grows from day to day,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms?
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.



Dear recently commented that I sing and hum a lot. A LOT to be truthful. I hadn't even realized it till he mentioned it. When I was a youngster and was visiting my gram I always knew what kind of day it was and where to find her by the humming issuing forth. Sometimes it was tuneless "nothings" and other times it was the chorus of a hymn or a song from the 20s and 30s. (Grandpa didn't hum.... he held me in his lap and belted out those babies! But, that's another post.)

SO, I started listening for myself and then to myself. When and what was I humming? Turns out I'm just like Gram in that arena. Some days when I'm content it's just a melody of medley's, other times when I'm really praising God or really struggling you'll hear snatches of hymns, or sometimes the same hymn over and over as I beseech God to help me through a tough time.

Whatever the case I am so thankful that I picked up Gram's habit and that I find myself leaning on the everlasting arms no matter if anyone else can make out the tune or not. God knows my heart and I pray he helps me to seek Him out daily.

Blessings, Kim


27 The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms: and he shall thrust out the enemy from before thee; and shall say, Destroy them.

Deuteronomy 33:27

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

You shall mount up on wings, as eagles...

Well actually, it wasn't eagle wings, but it was the wings of a Cessna.

Guess we'll start about 17 years ago. This story is about Young Man. I hope to tell Senior Son's story in another post...

From an early age my boys were very different. One wanted to be in the dirt, under bushes, and up in trees, picking up every six legged creature he could find. And, to my "joy" he brought these in to share with me. Wasn't he a thoughtful boy? The other boy was a bit quieter, at times. As a baby he liked to bite noses, giggle, and eat. A Lot!

By the ripe old age of two he had made two determinations in life. You see, unlike his brother he was not interested in the bugs. He liked to watch planes fly. For big brother we would go to the state park and study every little creature we could find. We had all sorts of things to study. But, for little brother we would drive to our small local airport and watch the planes take off.

First things first. At the age of 2 we took little brother to a "Meet the Instruments" gathering at our library. One kind gentleman offered Young Man a chance to touch, hold and "play" the violin. That was all it took. He told us he wanted to play the violin. He was consistent and never gave up. By the age of 5 he was playing. And, in one of those purely "God things" it turned out that the man who introduced him to the violin became a family friend, church elder and a boss to both my sons. Isn't God amazing?

A while later... it might have been within a few months or even a year, while we were sitting watching the planes take off (and big brother was finding out what bugs live on an airport parking lot) Young Man declared he would fly a plane some day.

Now, I'm not sure how many of you would take these thoughts seriously, but we paid attention. From the age of 7 Young Man studied planes, engines, weaponry and the air force. He "knew" he was going to be an air force pilot. Alas, he learned that his eyes would not allow this and he was left in a quandary as to what to do. Now mind you, he was, at this point, merely 11 years old and in the 6th grade.

His dad and I, on the other hand, "knew" that he was called elsewhere. You see we had chosen his name with a feeling (or a certainty perhaps) that he would be called to the mission field. We chose his name for one who "came along side" of the one who spoke for God. And, when Young Man was determined to fly I had a strong feeling he'd end up as a missionary aviator. He, however, had no clue as yet. His teacher came to me one day and asked, "Do you know he's called to be a missionary?" To which I replied, "Yes." Then he asked, "Does he know?" "Not yet." A few weeks later another worker at his school came up and asked the same questions. We simply waited. One night Young Man came and asked what we thought about him serving as a missionary aviator... well, we sort of "knew" all along that God would call him. It was amazing to see the Lord's hand at work.

Time passed, Young Man finished his one year in an actual school setting and we continued homeschooling. We tried to gear his education to what he would need in his "chosen" field. During this time "At the End of the Spear" came out in both movie and book form. I thought this would be a good measure for Young Man to see what he might be called to do. First we watched "Through Gates of Splendor"... the documentary of the young men called to serve and who ended up being martyred for their faith. Later two of the wives returned and eventually God used this to bring these people to a saving faith. As I sat with my son and watched the movie and realized what God might expect, I began to shake and cry. However, Young Man looked at me and said, "Well, that made my mind up. " I figured he might have changed his mind. After all, who wants to die at the end of a spear? But, he informed me that he knew that was what God was calling him to do.

This past year was his first year in college. His program is Missions Aviation. He will graduate, Lord willing, with a pilot's license, the ability to do mechanical work on the planes he flies, an idea of how to serve as a missionary, hours of class work, mission trips, and now flight. You see, Young Man took his first solo flight. The dream he had 17 years ago came true on Monday. On runway 13O he took off in a Cessna and for one hour lived the dream of a young boy. In just 10 days he will be leaving for Africa where he will serve in his first overseas mission trip to the people of Lesotho, with MAF pilots, and 3 other students from his university.

Never underestimate the Lord. Some he calls early, some he calls late, but he has a destination and call for each of us, believers or not. I pray that you come to know the Lord of the universe as your own Father, that you may call upon the name of His son as your savior, and that He will give you a calling and purpose which will glorify Him forever.

Shalom,
Kim